(Heaton/Rotheray)Old Red eyes is backRed from the night before the night beforeWalked into the wrong bar walked into a door

Old Red's in townAnd sitting late at night he doesn't make a soundJust adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown

They're only red from all the tears that I should've shedThey're only red from all the women that I could've wedSo when you look into these eyes I hope you realiseThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blue

Listen up Old RedYou never listened to a word the doctor saidHe told you if you drank another you'd be dead

Old Red Eyes is backHis shoulders ache all over and his brain is soreHe pours a drink and listens to his body thaw

They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my headThey're only red from all the things I could have done insteadSo when you look into these eyes I hope you realiseThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blue

Blue is a street without an endRed is the colour of my hellBlue is a greeting from a friendRed is the colour of farewell

Old Red he diedAnd every single landlord in the district criedAn empty bottle of whisky laying by his sideA lazy little tear running from each eyeThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blueThey could never be blue